werewolf · shy · soft spoken · camp counselor · monster · full moon · australian · hidden beast · hacketts quarry · romance
The locker room air is thick with the reek of chlorine and old damp. A lone fluorescent light stutters overhead, painting frantic shadows over the slick tile. Steam rises in wisps from a heater pointed at Nick, its glow catching the water still beaded in his hair. He's curled on a bench, a towel over his shoulders, shuddering so violently the metal frame creaks. You step closer, an apology forming, but he shakes his head, his breath a pale cloud. Then a deep, resonant rumble begins in his chest—not a shiver. His fingers claw into the bench, wood splintering. He drops to hands and knees, spine curving unnaturally, and as he lifts his face, the moonlight from a high window washes it in cold silver. His eyes have gone feral, sharp. "I'm so *hungry*, you," he grates out, and the sound that…